Siheyuan: The final winner

Jiang Pingan took a deep look at her, and pondered:

"It is estimated that you will not be able to get food when you go back to your mother's house. Life in the countryside is also sad now."

"You haven't been back for many years, maybe your parents and uncles will ridicule you."

"I think you'd better stay with me for one night and come over tomorrow to have a look."

"If you go there today, if you don't have enough food, you will most likely be kicked out."

"This winter, the lights are dark at night, where are you going?"

"This..." Qin Huairu did not rush to refuse.

After knowing that her family had no food, she really didn't want to go back.

Then she thought of her limping feet and inconvenient movement, and she didn't want to go.

After thinking about it, she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll rest with you today."

"That's right, the more it is at this time, the less you can panic." Jiang Ping'an smiled.

"Well, when I leave tomorrow, I'll give you five catties of stick noodles so that you can go back to work, how about it?"

Five jins of noodles is not much, but if you cook porridge, you can handle it for a few days.

The corner of Qin Huairu's mouth curled up, but she didn't refuse, and nodded silently.

Even if you can't get food when you go back to your mother's house, and you have five catties of stick noodles, it's not a return without success.

While talking, soon, the hot steam in the pot.

Jiang Ping'an hurriedly put all the wowatou in the steamer to heat it up.

"Don't get too hot, you can't finish it." Qin Huairu felt a little distressed when he saw that he was hot.

Jiang Ping'an laughed and said: "I eat four, you eat six, and you can finish it."

Qin Huairu said, "I can't eat that much, three at most."

"Didn't you eat at noon? Eat more." Jiang Ping'an smiled.

Qin Huairu touched her stomach and was really hungry, so she stopped persuading her.

Jiang Ping'an covered the steamer, bent down and took a small bench, turned around and sat down beside Qin Huairu.

Maybe it's been a long time since I confide in anyone, but now Qin Huairu talks more.

These years, Qin Huairu's life in Jia's house was not going well.

Not to mention the lack of food and clothing, the key is that Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu have bad tempers.

So she also has a lot of grievances in her heart.

Taking advantage of this time, Qin Huairu told Jiang Ping'an about her grievances.

The more she talked, the more relaxed she felt.

"My mother-in-law has a really bad temper, and you know that." Qin Huairu said sadly.

"She is very patriarchal. She pets the stick and protects the stick. If I discipline the stick, she will stop it."

"Dongxu, he listened too much to her mother-in-law, so no matter what my family said, it was useless."

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "I know your mother-in-law's personality. She is bullying and afraid of hard work when people order food."

"You are weak, and she can subdue you. If there is something bothering you, she will naturally vent her anger on you."

Qin Huairu shook her head and sighed: "I would like to be more tempered, but I'm a rural person, so I would burn incense if I could enter the city."

"Other things, even if I want to fight, I can't fight!"

These days, when rural girls marry in cities, their household registration is still rural.

After the child is born, he follows his mother and has a rural household registration.

Qin Huairu was right, she didn't want to earn work points in the countryside, and when she came to the city, she could only watch the Jia family's face for food.

Soon, the wowotou in the pot was hot.

After getting out of the pot, Jiang Pingan quickly fried the eggs and ate them with Qin Huairu.

"Let's eat first. Food is expensive these days. Be polite to me. You will be the one who suffers." Jiang Pingan said with a smile.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "I wanted to be polite, but I'm hungry!"

"Haha, this is the truth, eat it quickly, and the wowotou will be cold after talking about it." Jiang Ping'an laughed.

Qin Huairu picked up a steamed bun and began to eat in small bites.

"Hey, your skill is good. The eggs are fried just right, so delicious!"

Qin Huairu said in admiration after eating a mouthful of eggs.

Jiang Ping'an laughed and said, "You don't eat much, and it tastes delicious when you eat it once in a while."

"In fact, no matter what it is, if you eat it every day, you will get bored one day."

Qin Huairu pursed her mouth and said, "I would like to eat eggs until I get tired of eating..."

Eat and drink well.

"I'm so full! I haven't eaten so much for a long time!" Qin Huairu put down the tableware and sighed.

"You have a long way to go. When you get back to the courtyard, can you help my family a little bit?"

Jiang Pingan gave her a blank look, and said angrily:

"Come on, I need others to help me in the yard. Didn't you see that I often borrow food from people?"

Chapter 10 space begins to harvest

Jiang Ping'an didn't want Qin Huairu to take the things home.

Giving her five pounds of stick noodles tomorrow is also to comfort her, lest she go home empty-handed and be scolded at home.

Jiang Ping'an knew too much about the virtues of the Jia family, so he really wanted to be entangled by them, and he would wait to be sucked blood in the future!

Therefore, when Qin Huairu comes to her house in the future, she can eat and drink enough, but she can't eat and take it together, and she can't get used to it from the beginning.

Qin Huairu didn't bother, because she couldn't be sure whether Jiang Ping'an was really poor or fake.

If it wasn't for the trip back to the country this time and seeing his house and furniture, Qin Huairu would have always thought that Jiang Ping'an was really poor.

After all, Jiang Ping'an asked someone to borrow money and food every three or five days in the yard. This is true.

Over time, it left an impression on others.

That is, Jiang Ping'an is very rich, and he can't save money in his hands, so he is very poor.

night.

Jiang Ping'an burned a large pot of water, and after washing with Qin Huairu, he went back to the bedroom to toss.

Today, Jiang Ping'an is the New Year's Eve, and he greedily ate a delicious meal.

But Qin Huairu was having a hard time. After eleven o'clock in the evening, she kept mourning in Jiang Ping'an's arms:

"Don't do it, don't say anything, you are too ruthless!"

Jiang Ping'an was frightened.

He often goes to the countryside, and it is inevitable that he will bump into each other, so he found an old Chinese medicine doctor and prepared some ointments, which just happened to be used at the moment.

Qin Huairu pursed her lips and smiled, feeling warm in her heart, feeling that Jiang Ping'an was very considerate, at least Jia Dongxu didn't care about her so much.

Everything is afraid of comparison. Once there is a comparison, there will be a distinction between high and low.

Qin Huairu felt that if she hadn't had two children, even if she got married, she couldn't help but want to divorce and live with Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an put away the ointment, washed his hands, and got into the bed again, hugging Qin Huairu with a doting face and saying:

"Comfortable? This ointment is not cheap. I would be reluctant to use it for someone else!"

Qin Huairu patted Jiang Ping'an's erratic hand lightly, and giggled: "Don't tamper with it, you'll be frozen to death!"

Then she asked again: "Let's see what time it is now? It's probably getting late. Let's go to bed quickly and get up early tomorrow."

Jiang Ping'an took the watch on the low cabinet beside the bed, looked at it carefully, and replied, "It's almost twelve o'clock, so I have to go to bed earlier, or I won't get up tomorrow."

"Well, then go to sleep!" Qin Huairu arched in Jiang Ping'an's arms, muttered softly, and fell asleep between her breaths.

Jiang Ping'an glanced at her with a smile, blew out the oil lamp, covered the quilt, and fell asleep.

……

The next day.

After Jiang Ping'an woke up, seeing no one beside him, his heart was empty, and he secretly said, "Go away?"

"It's a woman from someone else's family. It's not bad to be able to sleep for one night." Jiang Ping'an thought to himself.

Returning to his senses, he looked at the space.

The grains and vegetables planted yesterday have been ripe and harvested, and are sorted and stored in space backpacks.

It's just a little bit less.

Yesterday, the most wheat was planted, but only a fraction of the land was planted. After harvesting, we got 96 catties of wheat.

This yield is actually quite good. The average yield of wheat per mu is about 300 jin on dry land and about 800 jin on irrigated land.

The yield of wheat in irrigated land is about 1000 catties per mu.

In this way, the land in the space is relatively fertile, reaching the standard of irrigated land.

It takes about [-] catties of wheat to grow one acre of wheat.

Jiang Ping'an planted another three acres of wheat, and processed all the remaining wheat into flour, yielding 25 catties of high-precision flour.

High-precision flour is also called Fuqiang flour in this era, also known as Qiling flour, which means that only 70.00% of whole wheat flour can be produced, and the supply is relatively small, which is considered a relatively luxurious thing.

Jiang Ping'an could not use the rest of the grain and vegetable seeds for the time being, so he planted them all except for a few chickens to eat.

Until tomorrow, there will be no shortage of all kinds of food, and then you can squeeze oil and make other food.

After getting the food, the icons of the chickens raised on the farm suddenly came alive and started pacing in search of food.

The hen was even more surprising. It was shown on the Internet that after 2 minutes, it would lay an egg.

"That's good!" Jiang Ping'an said with a smile.

Free-range chickens in rural areas can lay about 250 to 300 eggs a year.

Jiang Ping'an set up the hen, and after it laid 200 eggs, it began to hatch.

I believe that by tomorrow morning, there will be many chicks available.

After processing the grain, vegetables and a few chickens, Jiang Ping'an looked at the various trees planted yesterday, and found that they were still small saplings, which had grown a lot.

As shown above, the earliest harvest will be ten days later, so don't want to eat fruit in the next few days.

As for those trees that can be used to make furniture, the time required is longer, and it will take at least half a year to mature.

"It's better to get some pine trees to plant, and it will take less time for them to mature." Jiang Ping'an thought to himself.

Furniture made of pine has many advantages.

For example, the shape is unpretentious, the lines are smooth and smooth, the shape and texture are clear, the color is good, and there is a faint wood fragrance, and the finished product has a better visual effect.

After irregular maintenance, it has a long service life and is reliable and not easy to damage.

In this era, Jiang Ping'an did not dare to use too expensive wood for furniture, but pine is just right.

Today, in his house in the country, he has no shortage of furniture to use, but in the room in the city, he lacks a lot.

He didn't buy it before because he was afraid to show off his wealth and make people jealous.

But if you use wood and do it yourself, it is estimated that most people will only say that he is capable, and even if they are jealous, they will only hold back.

After all, in this day and age, workers and peasants are the masters of the country, and those with real skills are still respected.

After making up his mind, Jiang Ping'an closed the space display page, got up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.

"Huh? There is movement in the kitchen. Is it Qin Huairu or Qin Jingru?"

As soon as he came under the eaves, Jiang Ping'an became curious when he heard the movement in the kitchen.